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Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote last year. It was inspired by reading an article on an auto-appendectomy performed in Antarctica in 1961. (Which I was going to link, but the bastards put it behind a paywall.) It occurred to me that today would be the appropriate day to post this. I put the first verse in quotes to make the tense and time shift a little more excusable, and to indicate that it's meant to be an excerpt from the doctor's journal, which I in fact partially cribbed from a bit from that article. Not that you can hear that when you listen to the song! It's a bit short, but I'm not sure it needs anything more.

"Tomorrow is May Day, I'm afraid I've spoiled it,
My comrades run the autoclave to sterilize my tools,
Outside the storm that howls in the Antarctic night is
speaking for the pain I hide, acute appendicitis."

Artemev stood by with my instruments,
Teplinsky the mechanic held the mirror—

Oh! My poor assistants!
Their faces were as white as the ice.
Oh! My poor assistants!
Whiter than their surgical whites.

Two hours passed between the first incision
I made in my own abdomen, and the final stitch
And though I nearly died, I want no fuss or bother
I only did what needed done: a job like any other

But Artemev stood by with my instruments... (repeat bridge and chorus.)